Sonic set Elise down, her legs wobbling as she got used to solid ground.

"This won't take a second." Sonic stretched, cracked his knuckles, and bolted towards the robots that had been following them.

He spin dashed into one, then roundhouse kicked the next, and the bots exploded in a burst of flames. Sonic emerged unscathed.

Elise was completely silent. Sonic certainly had a flair for the dramatic, but seeing him in action was something else. He was still now; the only sign anything of note had happened were the broken robot parts and the wind he had picked up, which still tugged at her hair and dress.

"You okay?"

You just used your body as a projectile to destroy robots, and you ask me if I'm okay?

"Oh. Yes. I am." Elise at last said. "I just didn't think that you could take care of them so quickly! You really are as amazing as they say!"

Sonic chuckled, scratching his spines. "Yeah. I guess." his eyes widened, and he corrected himself. "What I mean to say is—it is kinda cool, when you think about it—" Sonic kept compulsively rubbing his shoulder.

"You don't have any bruises, do you?"

Sonic's hand faltered, and he let it fall to his side. "Huh?"

"You're rubbing your shoulder." Elise kneeled next to him and took his arm. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Sonic tried to pull away, but she already was holding him.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I was just, y'know—"

Elise's face fell when he broke out of her grasp.

Sonic looked at her apologetically, looking away. "I'm just not used to being fussed over, that's all." he started scratching his nose.

Dramatic in more ways than one, it seemed.